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“Harry, what are you doing here?”
The giggle on the other side of the wall must be shaking Harry’s torso, because it’s jostling his dick too.
“Spill, you menace.”
“Thought the whole point of today’s special is I’m not supposed to spill right away.”
Cheeky little shit.
“In a way,” Louis allows, though it’s only one of the two options for today.
“Just love that you recognize my dick so easily.”
“Of course I do, baby. And you know how much I love it. But I also need to get my shift on.”
“I know, Lou. Promise I won’t take long. I, um…got myself started.”
Harry’s dick does appear to have gotten quite a bit of attention already – shaft flushed, tip glistening.
“Just thought I could get a little taste before you get to work. Or, I mean, that you could get a little taste.”
Louis rolls his eyes but laughs before releasing a performative sigh. “You know I can’t help indulging you, Hazza.”
Harry hadn’t been exaggerating – Louis barely gets more than two bobs down his length before Harry’s gasping and pulling himself back through the hole.
“Fuck, you did get yourself close, eh?”
“Knew you didn’t have much time,” Harry says, out of breath. “Just needed you to help me to the edge.”
“Mmm,” Louis licks his lips. “And are you going to follow today’s official option for me then? Stay Stuck in your Shadow?”
“I am. Promise I won’t come without you.”
“That’s good, baby. I better get to it.”
“Yeah,” Harry sighs. “Ok, bye bye Lou. Enjoy your dick buffet!”
Louis’s still laughing when the door clicks shut.
∞
“He’s getting stuck in his shadow.” Niall’s girlfriend’s firm tone makes Louis’s dick twitch as Niall’s extremely hard cock appears through the hole.
“Definitely casting one over here,” Louis confirms. He’s not surprised Niall’s gone with the option to be brought to the edge an indeterminate number of times, especially since his lady’s with him. And he’s looking forward to a joint effort – good to have a friend across the barricade.
Louis can’t tell what she’s doing to Niall, but he’s absolutely certain it’s not just his mouth pulling this symphony of sounds from the Irish lad.
Amazing how moaning can be accented.
She’s helpful in other ways, too – whispering through the wall each time Niall gets close so Louis can pop off just in time, and pulling Niall partly back through the hole so she can be the one to grab the base of his dick until he’s ready for Louis to take him down again.
Part of the Shadow option is Louis deciding how many times to bring each client to the edge before making them come. He gets to choose when each person escapes the cycle of pleasure and torment. They always come so fucking hard when Louis deems it time. Up to that precise moment, when their cocks finally go from leaking to shooting off into the plush wet heat of Louis’ mouth, they’re not sure it’ll be the moment. And the surprise and relief always draws the most exquisitely broken sounds from the depths of their heaving chests.
It’s a really good special.
Niall’s groaning grows rumbly again, his cursing more colourful, and Louis’s ready to let them both have the release they’ve been building towards.
Suddenly, Niall’s cock is yanked back, Louis’ lips going slack and his eyes crossing as they focus on the retreating tip, connected by a thick strand of saliva to Louis’ confusingly empty mouth, until it’s disappeared through the hole.
Before his racing mind can process what’s happening, Niall cries out and Louis understands. His girlfriend had been ready, too. And she’d wanted to be the one to push a teetering Niall over the edge. With her hands or her mouth or just a look, Louis doesn’t know.
But the resulting sound – that perfect swirl of agony and ecstasy – fills Louis’ cock as well as his ears, and it leaves them both buzzing.
∞
Louis’s about to protest already having another client – he needs a few more minutes to settle his dick and his mind both – when he sees it’s Harry’s cock poking through the hole.
Between barely getting to taste him earlier and not getting to finish Niall off, Louis’s half hoping Harry’s forgotten the spirit of the day. Or is as ready as Louis is right now to abandon it.
He swallows Harry down without a word. Harry sounds just as desperate as Louis feels, and Louis has to press down on his own cock to keep himself from making a mess of his joggers. Not before Harry can make a mess down his throat.
Turns out Harry hasn’t forgotten nor abandoned the spirit of the day, the withholding prick. He withdraws from Louis’ mouth just as Louis’s moaning at the telltale hint of salt tickling the back of his tongue.
Louis doesn’t know whether to be furious or impressed, but he doesn’t have to decide, because Harry sings the chorus to “I’ve Got You Babe” on his way out, and all Louis can do is laugh.
∞
The sight of the soft dick peaking through the hole could bring Louis to tears.
All he wants right now is just to make someone fucking come – no fuss, just muss.
So the fact that someone has selected Early Spring, just wants his cock to be brought to hardness and then sucked to completion via one simple blow job, is precisely what Louis needs.
“You’re a star, Zee.”
“Don’t think my soft cock has ever elicited that response,” he laughs.
“You know I appreciate how beautiful your dick is, mate, but I’m just excited to mix it up a bit. Seems I underestimated how much my clientele likes to be tormented.”
“Well, much as I would love to be at your mercy, I’m still knackered from celebrating Harry’s birthday all day and half the night with you two maniacs. Wouldn’t dream of missing a holiday special though, no matter how daft.”
“Hey,” Louis protests, “the holiday may be daft, but the movie’s a classic.”
Zayn hums, unconvinced.
“Besides,” Louis says “it’s Harry’s favourite. Seemed only right. Basically just an extension of his birthday, you know?”
“No argument from me, Lou. Especially because the thought of having my dick go from flaccid to rock hard in your mouth was, well, makes it rather difficult to stay soft, actually. So if you wouldn't mind getting to it.”
Louis smirks and focuses in, relishing the sensation of Zayn’s dick slowly filling in his mouth.
His own dick stirs. Nothing makes him feel quite so accomplished as drawing as much blood as can fit into a cock with his slick lips and clever, insistent tongue.
Louis loves his job for lots of reasons, and one of the main ones is that he’s fucking good at it.
He’s startled out of his self congratulatory musings when Zayn asks in a gruff voice if he can come on his face rather than down his throat. Something about the fact that Zayn won’t even be able to see it but still wants it enough to ask is so fucking hot that Louis pulls off immediately to tell him that, fuck yes, he can paint his face. “I’m waiting,” he adds, spitting on Zayn’s cock and stripping it eagerly, “make me filthy.”
Zayn comes with a grunt, splattering across Louis’ lips and cheeks. Louis details how it feels and tastes as he collects Zayn’s release with his finger and swallows it all down, an immense sense of satisfaction flooding him with warmth at the weight of Zayn’s answering exhale.
“See you next time, Lou,” he whispers roughly on his way out, just as Louis licks the last drop of him from his thumb.
∞
Louis would be confused at the half-hard cock that greets him next, but it’s accompanied by a nervous cough he immediately recognizes.
“Liam. You seem to be torn between the choices.”
“Yeah, um, definitely want to get st– stuck in m’ shadow. Was hard a second ago, just, uh, got nervous, like, thinking about, well, you know.”
Louis does know. After all, this is a man who’d arrived with his cock in a cage for his private session because he didn’t trust himself to handle spankings without coming untouched.
“I can, um, I mean, I can get myself fully back to, um, if you just give me a sec–”
Louis grabs his cock in answer, stroking him slowly. “I’ve got it. You just focus on being good for me, yeah?”
Liam’s answering “fuck” melts into a moan and luckily Louis is skilled enough to smile around a cock without letting his teeth do more than teasingly scrape around the shaft.
Sweet Liam’s at the edge almost immediately, so Louis pulls off and grips his dick. If it were anyone else, he’d warn him that he’s not allowed yet, but Louis’ chiding is just as likely to push him over the edge as his encouragement, so he stays quiet.
When Liam’s breathing has evened out, Louis wraps his lips back around him, suckling him softly for a while, maintaining a firm grip as he builds to a messy combination of loose bobbing and hollowed-cheek suction.
Liam’s reduced to a panting mess before Louis’ jaw is even tired, begging to come even as he apologises for being so weak. Louis pulls off and tsks sweetly at him.
Liam shudders and Louis kitten licks his slit. “I think you’re doing wonderfully, alright? Think you can go one more round, yeah? Make me proud?”
“Shit. You talking like that’s not exactly helping.”
Louis huffs a laugh and squeezes around the base of Liam’s cock again. He can’t help but whisper, “whatever you need,” before letting Liam have some silence to recover.
He can’t go too easy on him, though, so Louis decides to delay his orgasm one more time. Liam almost starts to cry when Louis pulls off and tells him that, actually, he’s quite enjoying himself, and maybe he’ll keep him here a few more rounds.
His quiet, wrecked agreement makes Louis feel powerful and like his heart might burst at once, and he takes him back into his mouth right away, deepthroating him ’til he chokes.
Liam’s nearly sobbing so Louis pops off, stroking him gently with a loose grip and whispering, “you’ve been so good, darling, let’s get you off, yeah?”
He comes with a shout at that, and Louis’s startled, but not surprised. He strokes Liam gently through the final pulses of his exhausted cock.
Liam shudders an apology, but Louis won’t hear it. “You haven’t ruined anything, love. Was just about to make you come anyway. You don’t think I fucking love that my voice beat my tongue to it? If you could see how hard I am, you wouldn’t be apologising.”
He responds with a soft, pleased huff and Louis smiles in relief as the sound settles in his chest.
∞
Liam has just gone when Louis hears Harry’s voice behind him.
“Fuck, that was so fucking hot.”
He’d apparently snuck in towards the end of Liam’s time and his eyes are wild, cheeks flushed. He practically tackles Louis against the wall, his timid pleas for Louis to make him come barely escaping through the wet kisses he litters down Louis’ neck.
“Please, Lou, fuck, been desperate all day. Thinking about you in here, making people crazy with pleasure, not letting them come, over and over until you finally let them fill your perfect mouth.”
“Fuck,” they exhale in unison.
“I got you, babe,” Louis whispers, easing Harry to the ground and kissing his way down his chest.
He wastes no time getting his mouth on Harry’s cock, holding his hips down firmly lest Harry impale his throat on a frantic thrust. Louis sucks and teases Harry through two more beautifully torturous rounds of nearly falling over the edge before he tells Harry he’s ready to let him come.
“Thank God,” Harry exhales, nervous laughter tumbling from his swollen lips. He throws his arms over his face and sighs dramatically.
“Not like this, baby,” Louis says with a smirk and a shake of his head.
Harry uncovers his face, frowning up at Louis, eyebrows knit together. He stays looking confused as Louis flashes him a grin and turns to settle himself on all fours, pulling his joggers down and arching his back to give Harry the best possible view of his arse.
Harry gasps at the sight of the plug Louis had worked into himself earlier in the day.
“Like I said,” Louis says, settling his weight onto his forearms, preparing for Harry to finally realise what he wants, “it’s time for you to come. Think we better let that groundhog of yours back into his hole where he belongs.”
Harry doesn’t waste any time easing the plug out of Louis and sinking his cock in its place. And thank God he’s too amped to even think about delaying either of their orgasms a second longer than necessary. He reaches around Louis, stripping his cock at a fervent pace as he drives his own into Louis over and over and over, deep and hard and fast, barrelling them both over the edge in a howling burst of pleasure.
That Punxsutawney Phil is on to something.